24hr Marathon “Goodbyes”
A poets dream
Letting someone in
Words and streams
But……
Saying good bye
To the souls
Who saw my cries?
Written roles
So, profound
Sonnets,
And
Poems
Found
Thank you for this amazing time……..
Nature (hour 24)
Clothes in beauty as nature surrounds you,
nothing can change the way you grow.
Flowers cascading down your wonderful body,
clothing you with the beauty of nature
The blooming flowers are dancing all over you like they will never be hurt
Birds singing in the trees like none is listening,
entertaining nature and giving ease.
The feeling of being caressed by nature tells you your in love,
no need for sleep
as the heart skips a beat,
entwined with Nature is what keeps the feet rooted
Colors are brilliant and bright blazing around you
Laughter is apart of your daily life
giving birth to nature as she continues to spring around you
You open heart knows that there’s a chance it may be broken
Yet you open your heart, you experience the love and joy you never dreamed of.
being vulnerable is the way you allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it makes your scared.
Nature’s gently breeze blows thought your hair, giving surmount of care
Your hope and security is the beauty that surrounds your everyday life.
Twenty~Four…
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream…
an Insomniac’s most fervent Desire
I welcome sleep like a long~lost Lover, beckoning
begging beautifully
But it runs from me.
elusive, enticing, forever taunting…
which witch~potion cuddled me last, i disremember
only knowing screams of terror filled my heavy ears awakened
i could not see, wet eyes, for the screaming, the screaming, the screaming…
The SSSssssscrrreammmmming?
( ’twas me )
Priorities?
Morning dew. Fresh lawn mowing. Sunday’s best. Got to get going. Grinds awaiting. Coffee brewing. Hesitating. Still not moving. Stuck in bed. Where’s my head. Bathroom hailing. Detour instead.
Wash the Past
The end of erternity
That is all I ask
And that equals everything
To wash away the past
The night whispers silent
Like the stillness of winter
Footsteps echo
Icefall, shatter, splinter
Awaiting your word
Releasing your breath
Under crushed frame
Now you taste of death
He is ready to accept you are gone
While as for me?
It’s gone on too long
Ode to a Bed
Mellow hollow, shaped by time,
Safe, familiar, soft and warm.
Where I sleep, sit and recline,
Dawn to noon, to dusk, to dawn
I mostly live inside my head,
And leave my body on my bed.
Prompt: Sleep
Form: Ode
#25 – Opening new channels in your body
It’s not finished
Your glands are working
Opening new channels
In your body
Straps and belts
Move along your gristles
And you feel like an alien
In a gadgets shop
You’re looking at your body
And cannot recognize it
When suddenly your glands
Are over secreting their juices
You feel invincible
In front of all women
When they run away
From your true love
You want to buy yourself
A new body
But you can’t
And don’t need one
You are repelled
From all stores
When it’s night
And your body is already perfect
It’s not finished
Your glands are working
Opening new channels
In your body
Poem 23: I Doubt If I’m Up For This
How many times do we say that
to ourselves, when we smell the baby’s
diaper, and know the parents are out on a
date we sent them on, and won’t be back
for hours? When we see the old dog falter
in its steps, and know we can’t stop cruel,
inexorable time? When you, my love, look
puzzled when I try to play that game with you,
or read that poem you’ve always loved, and I
know you don’t remember, you’ll never remember
again, because so many details of our too-short
time together are already lost in the hippocampus,
where young memories go to die. I know I must
be up for this, for loving you, as your steps falter,
and you grow dim. I promise I will take care of
you, and make you laugh, even when you think
I’m just someone the agency sent,
to change your bedclothes.